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[Video/Action; Originating from Vector Prime's temple] Pata-pata!

[UGH. That is not the audio function. Stupid new body.

Have you ever seen an angry Italian Ferrari robot? Well if you have, you probably haven't seen them in six-inch form. The Link opens up to show Mirage, and it's obvious to see that something about him has changed. Compared to everything else around him he seems...more petite. Not that it stops him. The bot is rather stubborn, and is making his way around Vector Prime's temple (at a snail's pace, mind you), hoping he could just voice-talk his way through this problem, get it solved and move on with his life.

However, luck is not on this guy's side today, so congrats everyone! You're looking at bitty!Mirage! And...he's not too happy, rattling off curse words in both Italian AND Cybertronian. That's not good language, mister )8<

On the front of his chestplate is the Cybertronian glyph for "Mirage". An...odd aesthetic.]

Dio mio...This is embarrassing...

[If Shockwave or Barricade see this--]

Ironhide. Anyone. I require some assistance.

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[Barricade has his moments from time to time. Especially with the younger ones and smaller ones.]

Got a ways t'go. I c'n hoof it, or you can ride in my chassis compartment 'til we get there.

[Offering the choice.]

...Walking.

[If only for the fact that he's worried he'll slip in a crack and get ground to a pulp.]

If you don't mind.

Fine with me. Why I offered it. Hope you don't mind the walk.

[His legs are (relatively) shorter than others from their dimension, after all.]

[His wings flutter again as he makes himself comfortable, awkward silence filling the air. He doesn't mind the walk, persay. It's not like Barricade's a huge difference in size to him.]

Why not use your thrusters?

[Yes, he remembers you saying that.]

[Barricade starts walking, keeping the natural bounce of his stride to a minimum. He's not here to rattle poor tiny Mirage.]

Haven't worked the kinks out. And I... ain't much for in-atmo flying.

[Which is putting it mildly, in fact.]

[He appreciates that, and leans back into those fingers as they walk, looking up at him.]

Cannot say I blame you. Although flight is mostly beyond Autobots.

[Barricade keeps the upper pair of his optics on the area, while the lower two are focused on Mirage.]

If you ask me, you really aren't missing much. Just the thrill of getting pulled out of the air by someone on the ground, probably. I never saw the appeal of flight.

It can have advantages.

[Flying over mountains instead of following paths can be a boon.]

Aesthetically, being on the ground offers more, a mio parere.

Have to agree there. Just a lot more variety on the ground, anyway. We tend t'turn out a lot prettier too.

That I can agree with. Starscream and Blackout never had much appeal.

Eh, Rotor-butt wasn't that bad-lookin'. He was fun to irritate, at least.

[He leans against those fingers again, eyes never leaving Barricade's. Hey, he's just being cautious.]

You and I have very different definitions of...'attractive'.

[Cautious, suuuuure. Barricade just chuckles quietly.]

Being on Nemesis, you had t'have a different definition if you were ever interested in swapping paint. Decepticons don't look like Autobots.

[DON'T JUDGE HIM.]

No statement has been more true. Perhaps you could have considered a more attractive faction.

[BUT HE JUDGES EVERYONE.]

And left my brothers-in-arms behind? No. I fit in better with them than I ever could have with Autobots.

[And the Autobots had about the same track record for accepting defectors as the Decepticons did.]

[A small nod to the side. Yeah, he can see what you mean.]

I heard it worked fairly well for Jetfire.

[Then again, he's dead now.]

Didn't he show up and then just rip his own spark out, though?

[That's not exactly a glowing recommendation, there. "Join the Autobots, become a meatsuit for Optimus Prime!"]

[Mirage can't recall the situation exactly, but that seemed to be the rundown.]

I don't believe anyone expected that.

[Barricade only knows what he'd heard, really; he'd been absent of the entire thing.]

Not exactly the sorta thing you might wanna put on a brochure though. Or those two drones that are living like Witwicky's pets, either.

[Those optics narrow slightly.]

I will never understand what Bumblebee sees in human partners.

[That yellow bot gets bossed around like a dog.]

The little ones choose to live there.

I'll never understand why any of you let the humans order you around.

[Alex Mercer may not have been human, but they surely didn't give each other orders.]

Hardly an optimal living situation.

The human Lennox has Ironhide's respect after disposing of Blackout.

[And a small bit of his too.]

The others, not so much.

[If anything, the human government's been a hassle.]

Mm. Blackout deserved better than he got, really.

[No one deserved to be shot to death in the crotch.]

How you put up with them, I'll never know.

[He doesn't have much tolerance for being treated like a weapon by creatures smaller than him.]

I avoid them when necessary. There is no need to associate further.

[He had maybe grudging respect for Reynolds, but that was a stretch.]

I suppose it is the same with how you put up with your own intolerant comrades.

Probably smart. They're liable t'drive you batty otherwise.

[His respect for humans is extremely limited. He has yet to meet a full human he can stand for long.]

Except when I hit my comrades f'r being intolerably stupid, they don't explode into meaty chunks. They hit me back.

[Which was glorious.]

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